Iconoclastic, courageous, feisty and enraged at the Constitution-busting actions of the G.W. Bush administration, a group of parody-singing old women, the Santa Cruz gaggle of Raging Grannies, plays a dirty little trick on a fanatically right-wing pundit on local TV. His ghastly death by poison the very next day sets them off to find his murderer--or was it, as the police believe, suicide?--and brings them very close to lethal danger themselves.
Women fought against slavery and offered shelter to hunted runaways, demanded economic justice for the starving or working poor, raised their voices when rights were trampled, raised their fists when their children were murdered. Women's collective acts of resistance have played, and continue to play, a vital but often unacknowledged role in humanizing social, political, and economic policies. To death, danger, and oppression women have frequently responded in life-affirming ways, their contributions concealed in invisibility and silence for too long, without stories of resistance and opposition. But no more. This is the tale of the Raging Grannies. Their beginning and growth, the invention of their identity, the educational and bold potential of their activism, the values expressed in their actions and songs, and their impact on issues, stereotypes, media, and people. At a time when environmental destruction and war threatened, when the growing chasm between poor and rich endangered justice, a group of women stood up with courageous irreverence to denounce government lies, corporate greed and short-sightedness, and in the process, created a new cultural figure that challenged authority as well as stereotypes of women. The Grannies' distinctive approach is surprisingly popular and effective: in sixteen years, more than fifty groups of Raging Grannies exist across Canada, in the United States, and as far away as the UK, Australia and Greece (Greek Grannies call themselves Furies). Their popularity reveals the power of creativity and humour, which allow them to claim their space on the political scene, refusing to be dismissed or ignored. The Raging Grannies both records and celebrates this vibrant activism. Bursting with adventures, this is the tale of the Raging Grannies: their beginning, the invention of their identity and their impact on issues, stereotypes, media and people.
DIVThe sins of the past haunt an isolated farmhouse as a snowstorm rages outside . . . /divDIV It’s not shaping up to be a very merry Christmas. Clover Moon feels trapped in her life as a farmer’s wife. She certainly doesn’t enjoy hosting Fergus’s mother, Violet, who always finds new ways to publicly humiliate her unsatisfactory daughter-in-law. But would Violet ever seek a more violent way of expressing her disapproval?/divDIV /divDIVViolet is a medium, and the voices of the dead sometimes encourage her to do disturbing things. During her stay at the farmhouse, she claims to sense an intrusive presence. Fergus then discovers the dead body of a woman floating in their flooded cellar, and elderly Miss Bates, resident of a nearby senior home and a client of Violet’s, is missing . . ./divDIV /divDIVWith her acute sense of human nature and gift for suspense, reminiscent of Barbara Vine, Gillian White will leave you guessing until the very end./div
When the Raging Grannies sprang up in 1987 in Victoria, B.C., they didn't realise they would be starting a worldwide movement. But that is what happened. They just wanted to protest, but in a different way. And they do. Their weapons? Satire and song. Wearing outrageous hats and warbling witty lyrics, they poke fun at the powerful people who are wreaking havoc with their grandchildren's world. But in spite of their lighthearted approach, their purpose is extremely serious. The Grannies have challenged nuclear-armed ships, forestry companies, arms manufacturers, multinational corporations, pharmaceutical giants, manufacturers of war toys, the World Trade Organization, and every level of government, from municipal councils to the American presidency. For their messages of peace and justice, Grannies have been arrested, jailed, pepper-sprayed and even hosed by the U.S. navy. They have also been praised by Ralph Nader, Peter Gzowski, David Suzuki and Pete Seeger, invited to perform far and wide, and hailed as role models. This is an amusing book, showing how groups of older women around the world take on the powers that be, win the occasional battle, and have a wonderful time doing it
Sleep baby sleep, somewhere in the down deep, a mysterious mountain, a Dreamer's fountain and near its source a talking horse... A grandmother's lullaby guides a princess to grand adventures in the secret Valley of Singing Crystals in the fantastical tale, Granny's Baskets. When the princess of Castletown suddenly runs away from home with a horse seller, little does she know that the handsome stranger is really a prince in disguise. But instead of following his destiny, he now chooses to live in the Valley of Singing Crystals amidst a wizard, a dangerous Sharpie, and a talking horse. The princess and the horse seller try to find their way back to Castletown and they discover the path sealed by an avalanche of rocks. Forced to locate an alternative route, they must dodge danger at every turn and look for clues to help them return home. In a valley filled with magic and mystery, the princess must learn the rules that govern this strange land and in so doing, she finds a treasure lost long ago when her grandmother was a young girl. Will this treasure help lead her home, or will this enchanted world encompass her forever?
A visit to Grandmother’s house has never been so frightening. . . . Charlie and Georgie Oughtt have been sent to visit their Grandmother Pearl, and this troubles Charlie for three reasons. The first is that he’s an exceptionally nervous twelve-year-old boy, and he worries about everything. The second is that the other children in his neighborhood who pay visits to their grandmothers never seem to return. And the third is that Charlie and Georgie don’t have any grandmothers. Upon their arrival, all of Charlie’s concerns are confirmed, as “Grandmother Pearl” quickly reveals herself to be something much more gruesome than even Charlie’s most outlandish fears could have predicted. He and Georgie are thrust into a creepy underworld created from stolen nightmares, where monsters disguised as grandmothers serve an ancient, evil queen by holding children captive as they slowly sap each one of their memories and dreams. But something is different about Charlie. His worrisome nature, so often a burden, proves an asset in this frightening world. Will he be able to harness this newfound power to defeat the queen and save his sister?
A new adventure series about the pivotal moments of discovery through the ages, bringing the past to life with a generous helping of fantasy, humour and delightful, black and white illustrations. Shaman by name and shaman by nature – Billy just hasn't found his magic ... yet. His selfish, globetrotting parents abandon him for yet another summer in Charles Darwin's strange, museum-like house, where Billy stumbles across a 200-year-old giant talking tortoise named Charles Darwin, by the famous man himself. Charles D, the tortoise, knows every inch of the house and every artefact in it, and he's keen to help Billy realise his powers and set him on the path to adventure. A beautifully carved Inuit ivory necklace is the first object that whisks him back in time to the shrieking chaos of an Arctic blizzard to meet its rightful owner, a girl called Ahnah, her shape-shifting grandmother and the mysterious explorer Pytheas.
An honest and lyrical coming-of-age memoir of growing up in South Africa at the height of apartheid, and an invitation to recognize and refuse to repeat the sins of our fathers—from the bestselling author of Never Unfriended “Heartfelt, emotionally charged reflections . . . [a] bracing memoir.”—Kirkus Review “Important. Riveting. Unforgettable . . . a profoundly captivating story that can profoundly change your own story.”—Ann Voskamp, New York Times bestselling author of WayMaker Born White in the heart of Zululand during the racial apartheid, Lisa-Jo Baker longed to write a new future for her children—a longing that set her on a journey to understand where she fit into a story of violence and faith, history and race. Before marriage and motherhood, she came to the United States to study to become a human rights advocate. When she naïvely walked right into America’s own turbulent racial landscape, Baker experienced the kind of painful awakening that is both individual and universal, personal and social. Yet years would go by before she traced this American trauma back to her own South African past. Baker was a teenager when her mother died of cancer, leaving her with her father. Though they shared a language of faith and justice, she often feared him, unaware that his fierce temper had deep roots in a family’s and a nation’s pain. Decades later, old wounds reopened when she found herself spiraling into a terrifying version of her father, screaming herself hoarse at her son. Only then did Baker realize that to go forward—to refuse to repeat the sins of our fathers—we must first go back. With a story that stretches from South Africa’s outback to Washington, D.C., It Wasn’t Roaring, It Was Weeping is a courageous look at inherited hurts and prejudices, and a hope-filled example for all who feel lost in life or worried that they’re too off course to make the necessary corrections. Baker’s story shows that it’s never too late to be free.
